Heard You Want Me — Arthur's Fish Food Fate

Arthur? Isn't that the boss' own uncle? Throw Arthur in the Hudson. Yes, sir.

Also, I've contacted the medical center. Your custom painkillers will be reformulated overnight. No rush. I found a temporary substitute.

Absolute tyrant. One phone call and his own uncle's fish food? That is way too brutal. Your heartbeat's too loud. It's bothering me.

Settle down, or it's coming out of your pay. No! Count sheep. One sheep.

Two sheep. Three sheep. Wait, what's the market rate on three sheep? No, no, no.

Sleep. Arthur is at the bottom of the Hudson, feeding the fish.